Yep, that’s what I wrote. Then I ‘corrected’ it to Gog. I’m a bit tired just now, but it doesn’t usually make me dyslexic.
I’m not suddenly coming over fearsomely pious, by the way, the parson just phoned me with the hymns for Sunday.
Razor-blade of Life
Still sliding
That reminds me of the time one of my 5 year old schoolchildren sang ‘All things bright and beautiful, All teachers great and small’ !!
Excellent!
It also reminded me of my favourite poor joke of the moment.
One dyslexic says to another, “Can you smell onions?”
His friend replies: “You bastard, you know I can’t even smell my own name!”